e strike, and everything that was fine became problematic."If it weren't him...Ying Wuji trusted his own eyes, he absolutely wouldn't be mistaken. This figure was undoubtedly Lu Ye, there was no doubt...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！